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She thought getting a step sister would be the worst thing possible, but it was rather fun. Making Ella do her bidding was a lot of fun. Ordering her to fetch things, do her chores, give her things as if she was a servant.
The first time she accidentally ordered Ella to do something she was both disturbed and fascinated. It was just a saying, but when Ella undressed completely, her face burning with shame, Hattie couldn't help the dark thoughts which claimed her mind.
She knew exactly what she wanted Ella to do, but knew she needed to wait till the perfect moment, and that day arrived when she was completely alone with Ella.
“Come here,” Hattie ordered. Ella obeyed, her breasts bouncing as the magic forced her to move towards Hattie. The desire to humiliate Ella was strong, to send her into town completely naked, it would certainly teach her to talk back. But she wanted more than just to humiliate Ella, she wanted to claim her.
“Undress.” Ella obeyed instantly. Hattie could see the dread on her face as she was forced to obey, layers pooling around her feet as she eventually stood naked in front of Hattie.
She was gorgeous, of course, at least the curse made up for that.
“Grind yourself against the bedpost,” Hattie commanded.
Ella's face flushed crimson. Her eyes widened in horror, but her body moved without her permission. The magic compelled her forward until she reached the ornate wooden post at the corner of Hattie's four-poster bed, there she rigidly started to grind against the wood, pain and humiliation spreading across her face.
Hattie settled back against her pillows, watching with undisguised fascination as Ella's hips moved. Her mouth went dry as she watched the way Ella's naked body bounced, how her breasts swayed with each desperate thrust, it sent a wave of heat through Hattie's body which settled between her legs. She shifted uncomfortably, the throbbing ache building between her thighs. The power she held over Ella was intoxicating, but watching her stepsister's unwilling pleasure was something else entirely.
“Stop,” Hattie commanded, her voice thicker than she'd intended, forcing her to clear her throat.
Ella froze instantly, her chest heaving with each breath, tears of humiliation glistening in her eyes.
Hattie leaned back against her pillows again and slowly spread her legs, lifting her skirt to reveal she wore nothing underneath. Her heart pounded in her chest as she knew what would come next, and she revelled in the knowledge that she would get it.
“Come here,” she ordered, watching Ella's body obey. Ella stumbled forward until she stood between Hattie's spread legs. There was no mistaking the knowing look on Ella’s face, she knew what Hattie wanted. The disgusted expression amused Hattie.
“Have a taste,” Hattie whispered.
Ella's face contorted in a mixture of shame and resistance, but her body bent forward, her trembling lips descending to Hattie's exposed flesh. The first touch of Ella's tongue sent electric shocks through Hattie's body.
“More,” Hattie gasped, her fingers tangling in Ella's hair, pulling her closer. “Deeper,” she ordered, needing more than Ella gave.
The sensation of Ella's mouth against her most intimate place made Hattie's back arch. A moan tore from her throat, louder than she'd intended, but she couldn't contain it. The pleasure was too intense, consuming her, and it was barely the start.
What Hattie needed was more than Ella was giving her.
“Stop,” she commanded. “Lie down on your back. Now.”
Ella's tongue withdrew, her face glistening with Hattie's juices. Without a word, she moved to obey, her body mechanical as she lay down on the bed, her eyes fearful as she watched Hattie. The power she wielded over Ella was intoxicating.
Hattie smiled as she pulled her dress up, before she straddled Ella’s face, staring down Ella's slim naked body.
“Lick,” Hattie instructed as she lowered herself onto Ella's face. “And don't stop licking until I say so.”
Ella's tongue moved obediently against her pussy, sending waves of pleasure through Hattie's body as she was grinding against Ella’s face, an intense sensation spreading from between her legs out through her legs and arms, a sensation which she desired more of.
As she continued to grind herself against her stepsister's face, Hattie glanced down and noticed the glistening wetness between Ella's thighs. Despite her protests and humiliation, Ella's body was betraying her.
“Well, well,” Hattie purred, reaching down to trail her fingers through Ella's folds. “What do we have here? Someone's enjoying herself.”
Ella whimpered beneath her, but continued licking as commanded as she had no other choice. Hattie's fingers explored further, feeling the slick heat against her fingertips, enjoying the wet softness.
“You're soaked,” she teased, circling Ella's entrance before plunging two fingers inside her. Ella's body jerked at the sudden intrusion, then a muffled cry vibrating against Hattie's pussy. Hattie curled her fingers inside, exploring the soft, imagining how Ella's reaction would be, if her face wasn’t stuck between Hattie’s legs. The combination of power and pleasure made her dizzy, she was enjoying everything.
“I don't think you hate this as much as you pretend to,” Hattie taunted, sliding her fingers in and out slowly.
She withdrew her fingers and stared at them in the soft light, glistening by Ella's arousal.
Something dark and primal stirred within Hattie. She brought her hand down suddenly, slapping against Ella's exposed sex. The sharp sound filled the room, followed by Ella's muffled cry between her legs.
“Did you like that?” Hattie asked, her voice deep with desire. When Ella didn't respond, she slapped her again, harder. “I think you did,” she said before slapping Ella a third time, enjoying watching her body as she jerked beneath her. The vibration of Ella's muffled cry sent waves of pleasure through Hattie's core. She rubbed herself harder against Ella's mouth, demanding more with each roll of her hips.
“Don't stop,” she gasped, her voice barely recognisable to her own ears.
Heat built inside her with each stroke of Ella's tongue. Hattie's thighs began to tremble, her breath coming in short, desperate pants. The power, the control, the sensation, it was just too much. Her body tightened, the pressure building to an unbearable peak.
When it finally broke, Hattie cried out, her back arching as waves of intense pleasure crashed through her. Her vision blurred, her fingers digging into the sheets as her body shuddered against Ella's face. For several moments, Hattie remained frozen, her body trembling with aftershocks as she tried to catch her breath, unable to release a single sound.
Finally, she rolled off Ella, collapsing onto the bed beside her stepsister. Her chest heaved as she stared up at the ceiling, her mind hazy with satisfaction. When she glanced over, she saw Ella still licking, and ordered her to stop, giving her a chance to wipe her mouth with the back of her hand, her eyes downcast and her cheeks flushed.
“Did you enjoy it?” Hattie asked.
Ella shook her head quickly. “No,” she whispered, not meeting Hattie's gaze.
Something about the way Ella's body had responded, the wetness Hattie had felt between her legs, made her doubt that answer. She propped herself up on one elbow and narrowed her eyes. The lie hung in the air between them.
“Tell me the truth,” Hattie commanded, her voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. “Did you enjoy it?”
The magic wrapped around Ella like invisible chains. Her mouth opened, the words pulled from her throat against her will.
“I...” Ella's voice trembled. She swallowed hard, her eyes darting away from Hattie's penetrating gaze. “I liked it a little, parts,” she whispered, the confession barely audible. Her cheeks burned brighter, the flush spreading down her neck to her chest.
Hattie's lips curled into a triumphant smile. She had suspected as much, but hearing the admission sent a fresh wave of satisfaction through her body. She wished to keep Ella there a little longer, but could hear her mother's carriage returning so she sent Ella back to her room, but not before she promised her sister that it wouldn't be the end of their adventure together, while ordering her not to speak of what had happened to anyone.